Chapter 68

He nodded, understanding in his eyes.

“Then let me earn it. Let me show you that I’m here for you, for the pack, for everything we once dreamed of.”

We stood there, side by side, the quiet of the night settling around us, and for the first time in years, I felt a glimmer of hope, a possibility that maybe, just maybe, Dante and I could find our way back to each other. That the walls between us could be broken down, and that trust, though fragile, could grow.

The silence stretched, a comfortable, peaceful pause that held the weight of everything we were trying to say. His hand remained in mine, his presence grounding, steady, and I knew that whatever came next—whatever battles we would face—I would face them with him.

In that moment, it didn’t matter what he’d done or the hurt he’d caused. All that mattered was that he was here, now, fighting for me, for Talon Pack, for everything that we had once lost.

“Thank you,” I whispered, my voice soft but filled with sincerity.

“For coming back. For fighting beside me.”